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In the small Mansion, the European-style bed curtain was lifted by the wind. She wore a Moonlight Robe, her delicate Eyelashes fluttering like feathers, and her thick black hair cascading down to her waist. Her Water-colored Eyes rippled lightly, her expression serene and graceful.
He looked down at her, his Black as Ink eyes no longer cold. She smiled softly, leaning against his Shoulder, her slender Fingertips brushing over the Medals on his chest.
He grasped her tender Green Onion Jade Fingers and said with a faint smile, “Cheng Mosu, once I finish my busy schedule, we’ll find a place. Somewhere without many people, where we can watch the gentle breeze pass by, see the trees bear fruit, enjoy the shadows of three people together, and appreciate the Human Realm fireworks. We won’t care about these disputes anymore, how does that sound?”
A hint of a smile appeared on her snow-like cheeks near her Rose-colored lips as she gazed at him. “Shaoyi, are you really serious about this?”
She knew well how important power was to someone like Shaoyi. Could he truly endure such a peaceful life?
Her heart still held doubts.
He understood her concerns perfectly but offered no explanation, merely smiling faintly as he tightened his grip on her hand.
She slept particularly soundly that night and did not wake until noon the next day.
Perhaps it was due to exhaustion from traveling to Southeast Asia for several days, or perhaps it was because she felt secure seeing him; she had slept for such a long time.
As she left the room, she saw Ling Heng practicing calligraphy. Upon noticing she had just woken up, he laughed and said, “Mom, you really can sleep! Just now, Dad was arguing with a foreign uncle and didn’t wake you.”
She paused for a moment, recalling that Zhang's Deputy had mentioned to her that America had sent an officer named Skoson for joint operations, who had always been at odds with Shaoyi. She suppressed her smile and looked faintly into the distance toward the direction of the Conference Room.
Though the door to the Conference Room was tightly closed, the sounds of arguing were incessant, occasionally punctuated by the sound of shattering cups.
Zhang's Deputy scratched his head in increasing frustration. Just then, the door burst open again as Skoson stormed out. Only then did he dare to enter. Looking at Shangguan Shaoyi's icy expression, he said, “Young Commander, here’s a telegram.”
He turned his dark Eyes coldly toward the plain white paper, took it in hand but paused in surprise. After a moment, he finally said, “Take this to Skoson, and have him come here.”
Zhang's Deputy was somewhat puzzled. As far as he remembered, Young Commander had never actively sought out Skoson; it was always Skoson who came to him. Hearing Shangguan Shaoyi say this suddenly made him pause. Noticing the sharp gaze directed at him, he quickly stood at attention and saluted before hurrying off to find someone.
Shangguan Shaoyi lit a cigar and quietly smoked, his dreamy eyes clouded by the swirling smoke.
He hadn't expected that Skoson had also graduated from the same military academy as him and was a disciple of Smith. This meant they were like brothers in arms. However, the discord between them had reached even Smith in America, prompting him to send a telegram to mediate between the two.
When Skoson pushed open the door and saw Shangguan Shaoyi, his expression softened slightly.
Shangguan Shaoyi raised an eyebrow and offered him a cigarette. Skoson accepted it without refusal, took out a silver lighter from his pocket, lit it, and silently smoked for a while before saying, “I only knew we graduated from the same military academy; I didn’t realize we studied under the same teacher.”
“Indeed,” Shangguan Shaoyi extinguished the cigarette butt and looked at him calmly. “It seems our discord has spread far and wide; even Smith knows about it.”
“Isn’t that so?” Skoson shrugged with a wry smile. “Smith sent a telegram scolding me, saying I understand the national situation and Army conditions less than you do, and that I should follow your lead completely. Well, I’m too lazy to argue with you; if the teacher thinks that way, then I can only obey his orders.”
Shangguan Shaoyi raised an eyebrow, his cold demeanor softening somewhat.
Skoson smiled and said, “What’s this? Are you feeling proud now?”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Although he said this, there was a smile at the corners of his lips, and his dark eyes revealed an inscrutable glimmer.
Skoson sighed and said, “It seems I’ve graduated many years ago. The scolding from the teacher just now was indeed enlightening.”
Seeing that Shangguan Shaoyi remained silent, he continued with a laugh, “I must be getting old; even my juniors are surpassing me now.”
“You’re being modest.”
“No, actually I’ve been contemplating the situation on the battlefield for quite some time. I can see you have a natural talent for warfare and a deep understanding of Country’s principles. After this victory, have you thought about what you want to do next?”
This question had always troubled him. He had promised Cheng Mosu to take her away from these disputes. Seeing that he no longer spoke, Skoson understood a bit more and smiled, saying, "A soldier has no freedom until the moment he dies."
His gaze sharpened, his sword-like brows furrowed. After a moment of silence, a cold voice resonated in the air, "If there is no freedom, then create freedom. If there is no light, then create light. It all depends on human effort; sometimes, humans can indeed overcome fate."
Skoson laughed heartily and glanced at him sideways. "You speak quite lightly. Fine, I won't waste time with you on this. However, I have a treaty; do you dare to sign it with me?"
Shangguan Shaoyi did not respond and quietly watched him.
He smiled and patted Shangguan Shaoyi's shoulder, saying, "Don't be so tense; I'm not asking you to sign some humiliating treaty. It's just that if you dare to lose a battle, you must train your troops my way and follow my command from now on. How about that?!"
Shangguan Shaoyi snorted but did not answer.
Skoson raised an eyebrow and laughed, "What's wrong? Afraid to take this bet? Aren't you Shangguan Shaoyi the most confident one?"
"I'm just thinking how peaceful future meetings would be without your presence," he replied coldly, though the corners of his lips lifted slightly. "Your proposal is quite good; I accept it."
Skoson laughed again and snapped his fingers. Zhang's Deputy, who had been waiting outside, rushed in and was taken aback to see the two chatting amiably. Skoson cleared his throat and said seriously, "Zhang's Deputy, please draft an agreement for me. The general content is..."
He repeated the earlier proposal, and Zhang's Deputy's eyes widened in surprise. It was clear that in warfare there are wins and losses; victory and defeat are common occurrences—how could there be a war that one always wins? Skoson was clearly setting a trap for Young Commander to jump into!
Zhang's Deputy hesitated and looked at Shangguan Shaoyi. Shangguan Shaoyi's eyes were strikingly clear, and his lips remained still as he nodded.
"Well..." Zhang's Deputy could only salute respectfully and awkwardly went out to handle it. After a while, he returned with the agreement.
Skoson took it with both hands and thanked him. His gaze toward Shangguan Shaoyi now held more teasing intent. "Shangguan Shaoyi, while I trust you, we Westerners value the spirit of contracts above all else. Please sign this agreement so you won't deny it later."
Shangguan Shaoyi shot him a sidelong glance, his large palm slightly raised. Zhang's Deputy understood and took a cobalt blue fountain pen from the pen holder on the desk, handing it to him.
He looked sharp, confidently signing his name.
Skoson satisfiedly retracted the treaty and said with a smile, "Alright, since that's the case, I won't worry about matters in the Army anymore. My daughter is here to see me, so I should go spend some quality time with her."
Shangguan Shaoyi watched as his figure gradually faded from view.
The incandescent light emitted a soft glow, and the night filtered through the light green Curtain, casting a gentle hue over the entire room.
She sat leisurely, holding a book in her hands, while Ling Heng played and laughed with Skoson's daughter Anna. Children learn languages quickly; in just one afternoon, he had picked up some simple English words.
Her Water-colored Eyes slowly shifted to Anna, and with a light smile, she said in English, "Are you hungry? I'll go see what we have to eat."
"I'm hungry!" Anna replied eagerly.
Ling Heng, of course, didn't understand what they were saying and stomped his feet in frustration, saying, "Mom, can you speak Chinese?"
"But if I speak Chinese, Anna won't understand," she winked at Ling Heng. "You keep playing with Anna, and I'll go cook something."
She went to the Kitchen, where Shangguan Shaoyi happened to return.
She noticed that Shangguan Shaoyi's expression had softened considerably, and the coldness in his eyes had dissipated quite a bit. A sweet feeling arose in her heart as she observed his slightly relaxed brow. She smiled gently and asked, "Is there something good happening today?"
Shangguan Shaoyi smiled faintly and stepped aside.
Behind him, Skoson greeted her, saying, "Consort Shangguan, hello."
"Hello," she hurriedly replied as she shook his outstretched hand.
Skoson smiled and said, "When I got home, my wife told me that Anna was playing with you all, so I came to pick her up."
"Oh, please do," she pointed, and Skoson went to fetch Anna.
Ling Heng felt bored and suddenly had the thought of learning English, urging Shangguan Shaoyi to teach him.
She smiled gently, watching the father and son interact, and then went to prepare dinner by herself.
After dinner, the group chatted for a while, but Ling Heng couldn't resist his drowsiness and went to sleep first. After a busy day, only the two of them remained.
She turned off the incandescent light and lit a candle; the warm, soft glow added a touch of intimacy to the room.
He reached out and held her in his arms without saying a word, quietly gazing at her. Her breathing was very faint, yet it stirred his heartstrings.
The Curtain fluttered in the wind, the light green hue rippling in his heart. She leaned softly against him, her long black hair entwined around his arm. The light purple silk robe she wore was as smooth as her skin. Her snow-white cheeks flushed slightly, exuding a faint Fragrance.
He leaned down and kissed her, savoring the sweetness of her lips, filling the room with tenderness.
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